Juice had been in his room with Rowena for a while. The woman was so drunk that she didn't even know exactly who she was fucking with ‒ which he didn't really care about. He certainly had no interest in anything serious with her, he just wanted to keep her away from Happy's room, which was definitely working.

Still, Juice was pretty frustrated that he messed up with Grace. Grace. Just when he thought of her, what he had been doing all along since Rowena lay underneath him, he wanted to bring her back here. He couldn't even concentrate on the woman who he was fucking now. He imagined what it would be like if Grace was the one with who he was lying here. He already knew how her soft skin felt, but how would it feel to let his lips wander across every inch of her body? Her breasts, her thighs, her entrance. Would she like it? He thought about all the ways he could satisfy Grace and it didn't take long before he came to his orgasm.

"I'm not done yet," Rowena whispered against his lips as they had caught their breathe again.

Juice was done with her and he had no desire to please her. However, he still had to keep her away from Happy and Faye. "What about you show me what you can do?" he said, putting his arm underneath his head after he had laid down next to her.

Rowena didn't hesitate, crawled between his legs and started to suck him. While she did, the woman started to touch herself. Juice was fine with it, at least he didn't need to do anything and got a blow job anyway.

. . .

Faye closed her eyes for a moment because of the light Happy had switched on, but opened them again after a few seconds. He knew who she was.

"Shit," she mumbled to herself and groaned softly. "Don't you get it, Happy? Like, really?" she asked, almost sounding desperate. She sat up and looked down at the man, biting her lower lip. "Would it really be that bad to sleep with me ?"

Happy couldn't remember the last time he had blushed, but this time he really felt his cheeks getting warm. The whole situation was suddenly so awkward and confusing; he never believed to find Faye in his bed. Hell, he never ever thought about her this way. "I don't get it," he said. "You slept with my brothers too?" He never considered her as a Croweater and he couldn't think of one brother who would be willing to lose his dick in case Clay would find out, but he neither understood what she was doing in his bed, why she was offering herself this way like a cheap whore. He tried to keep his eyes on her face, but even without looking straightly at them he had noticed how firm her breasts looked and how badly he wanted to explore them with his tongue.

Her eyes widened at his answer. She was so close to slap him in the face! "God, no! What do you think I am? A whore? One of those Croweaters?" she laughed ironically. Her mouth felt dry, her stomach cramped at the thought of telling him the truth. But she still had to risk a look at his member. Immediately, she felt her panties getting wet. Was there even a chance that he'd touch her again? She slowly sat down on his lap, looking directly into his eyes. "The way you touch Rowena... I want this. I want you to touch me. I want your lips on mine, your tongue exploring my body..." she whispered against his lips while her hands rested on his chest.

Happy stared her in the eye. It took some time before he realized what she was saying. She wanted him. Only him. It could be the alcohol talking, but her words turned him on and there was no way he was going to refuse her now. He held his breathe, for a second, before his hand moved to her face and caressed her cheek in a way he had never touched a woman before. But he respected her too much to just get his own pleasure. She wanted him to pleasure her, instead of solely the other way around, and he was going to do that. He leaned on his elbow, creating some space between their bodies so his hand could move across her skin, drawing circles around her breasts before kneading them.

"You want this huh?" he asked, his voice dark, just like his eyes. He saw her lips part, heard her breathing as she tilted her head back, giving away she definitely liked this. He bowed over to her face, kissing her underneath her ear until she shivered.

"Yes, I want this", she breathed out. Her nipples responded immediately to his touch, as did her middle.

"Good. 'Cause I never laid down with a woman I truly care about," he whispered.

His words made her shiver, but in a good way. She knew that he cared about her, but hearing those words made her smile. "Then it's about time, huh?" Faye whispered against his ear, distributing gentle kisses on his neck. Her hands slid over his shoulders and automatically she began to rub herself against him, moaning softly.

Happy seriously doubted if going on with this was a good idea, but he couldn't help himself. Her skin was addictive, he didn't want to let go of it. He bent his head to suck her nipple, lowering himself a little more so his middle was pressing against hers. His tip already felt her wetness, making him grunt. She was hot. She was so hot and he had never even noticed. He wanted to get inside her, wanted to feel her around him, but not yet. Her nipple slipped out of his mouth as he glanced at her face that was still adorned by a sweet smile. He brought back his lips to her, kissing her in an intense way as his hand stroked her well formed body. His breathing sped up and he felt a deeper connection with her than he had ever experienced with someone else in bed.

Happy was certainly not her first guy, but by far Faye didn't have the same experience as the Croweaters. Still, she hoped that she was so attractive to Happy as he was to her. She put a hand on her breast and started massaging it while Happy took care of the nipple of her other breast. Pleasure rose inside her even more and again and again a soft moan or a heavier breathing left her lips. She could feel his tip as it pressed against her panties. She wanted to feel him inside her so bad, wanted to feel her walls wrapping around his member. Never before she had felt such a desire for someone. As they kissed again, it felt like hundreds of butterflies were flying around in her stomach. Her breathing got faster, yet she deepened the kiss full of passion and lust. Their lips and tongues moved in a rhythm. Sometimes wilder, then more passionate.

Happy had never been a patient lover and it didn't take long before he wanted more than just the kissing and caressing. He lost control, rather following his instincts than his thoughts. His fingers curled around the fabric, ripping it away. She whimpered, but he heard a tone of pleasure in it. He moved his hand to her legs and he hummed satisfied as he felt how ready she was. Without a warning he shoved three fingers inside her, watching how her face tensed. He trusted his fingers in and out her, feeling her soft skin.

It didn't take long before she saw Happy's true side when it came to sex. And damn, the guy was just hot. She whimpered briefly as he tore her slip from her body, but then gasped with relish. His fingers made her body tense a bit, but it just felt so good. Besides, she didn't want him to pretend because of her. She wanted him the way he was. "Oh fuck..." she groaned, pressing her nails into his shoulders. She began to move her hips to feel his fingers deeper inside her. Her clit was already throbbing and who knows how long it would take until her orgasm came over her, it would definitely not take long.

After working up to her climax a bit, he took away his fingers and licked them so he could taste her. "Fuck, you taste good." He looked down at her again. "You want more?" he asked, moving over to her to whisper in her ear: "Beg me."

Her lips were slightly parted as Happy licked his fingers, which only turned her on even more, which she hadn't expected. Damn, the guy knew how to drive her crazy. Appearing, she looked at him and nodded eagerly at his question. Of course she wanted more, but she blushed a little when he wanted her to beg. Not that it was bad, she was just afraid to look stupid. "I want to feel you inside me, fuck me hard... make me scream your name... please..." she really started to beg, looking deeply into his eyes while she did. "Let me cum for you..." she added and pressed her entrance against his hard member, teasing him and herself with that.

Fuck, he wanted her. The realization flowed over him, making him forget about anything else. He grabbed her hips and lifted her up. With one swing he moved her to the wall, close to his nightstand so he could get his rubber on. She had wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands were gliding across his head and he felt how she left bite marks in her neck. He stood up straighter as he had protected himself and pressed her against the wall. For a moment he looked into her wild eyes, then he kissed her hungrily. She felt how she rubbed herself along his hard member, but he smirked, letting her wait a little longer. "When is the last time someone has been inside you?" he grunted against her lips.

Faye was panting softly. He really teased the fuck out of her. "A while ago," she breathed out. "Please... fuck me, Happy," she pleaded, looking him hungrily in the eyes, licking her lips.

"How long?" he asked, staring at her tongue but not touching it with his own.

"Around a year ago", she panted, wrapping her fingers around his member, then she started to move her hand forth and back, taking care that the rubber didn't slip.

"A year?" He asked in disbelief, holding back a little, even though it was hard to concentrate on her words while she was jerking him off. She had lived a year without sex, and had chosen to crawl into his bed? He caressed her cheek, gentler than he had ever touched a girl. "I'ma make it worth the wait," he promised her with a husky voice, positioning himself in front of her. A hand raked through her hair and he grunted as he felt how her hand led him inside her. He thrust inside her, grasping a handful of her red hair. There was no resistance, he glided deeper and smirked as she moaned.

With one thrust he filled her out completely, making her moan out his name. His grip on her hair turned her on pretty bad. She had always imagined how it felt if he'd touch her, pulling on her hair in a lustful way. Her hands slid down his back, then up again and a few seconds later her nails were buried in his skin.

Happy grunted satisfied as she moaned his name. He quickened his pace, letting every hesitation go, fully going up into the girl he had trying to avoid ever since he had met her. Never he would have expected her to hold her this way, enjoying the pleasure on her face as he moved inside her.

Her breasts slightly jumped up and down as he quickened his pace. Faye left some scratches on the man's back as he thrust harder. Her moans filled the room but they weren't super loud; she wasn't the type of girl faking loud moans just to satisfy a man. Instead she enjoyed it, showing him with her moves how much she liked this. Her hips rolled against his, her eyes filled with lust as she tilted her head back.

Even though there was no way she was as experienced as the Croweaters, Faye knew exactly what she was doing. Part of him wanted to grunt her name as he was about to come, but there was still a nagging voice in his head telling him he was banging the daughter of his President. He was afraid that speaking out her name would be some kind of curse, dragging Clay right into this room. So he just looked her in the eye as he gave a few lasts thrusts before he reached his orgasm. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them so hard he heard her whimper, before he slid outside her, his legs feeling a bit shaky. He tugged a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling a bit uneasy that he had came before she did. An apology lingered on his lips, but he didn't let it slip and moved his hand to her dampness to help her across the border.

Faye couldn't stop looking at Happy, especially when he came to his orgasm. His expressions didn't change much, but they were still different. As he moved his hand back to her it didn't took long before she titled her head back again, moaning and gasping his name. "I-I can't... fuck Happy!" she moaned loudly and shortly after her orgasm came over her.

"You can't fuck me?" he repeated with a smirk. "Girl, you were good." He moved his thumb to her cheek and caressed her skin. As he realized what he was doing, he lifted her up again and carried her back to the bed, laying down with her. He didn't know what to say, he didn't even know what this was. She was beautiful and he had enjoyed every minute of it, but the awkwardness started to rise now and he couldn't just send her away like some whore. He let his hand trail up and down her body, hoping she would stay quiet a little longer, for he wasn't sure if he wanted to have a conversation about this. Would she be satisfied now? Had she just been dying to get a good fuck? Or did she have feelings for him? The words "feelings" alone made his stomach cringe. He could never give her something like that. Not only because she was still his President's daughter, also because he was the one who had killed her mother. And he never wanted her to find out.

Faye was too much out of breath to answer so she just smirked. There was a different feeling in her stomach as he said that she was good ‒ happiness. A soft sigh left her lips as he caressed her cheek, enjoying every second of it. But ‒ what now? Happy still wasn't a man of big feelings. Should she really risk it to tell him? This could destroy the relationship they had now. For now he only knew that she had wanted this, had wanted to be touched, but not that she wanted to be with him. Without realizing, she snuggled up to him as soon as they were back on the bed.

"I really enjoyed this" Faye mumbled, feeling her cheeks glow. "And... I really like you, it wasn't just about getting fucked." Why couldn't she shut up? Well, she hadn't told him how much she really liked him, but she still took the risk to destroy their relationship.

Happy sighed as she started to talk about feelings shit anyway. "I'm not... like that," he muttered, shoving a hand underneath his head and looking up to the ceiling. His answer was vague, and he didn't know how to elaborate. It felt like she had feelings for him, and he regretted sleeping her with now. He had rather hoped it had just been curiosity which had driven her into his arms.

Faye nodded briefly, already regretting that she had said something. "I know... and that's okay," she mumbled, shrugging. Maybe it would be better to leave now, definitely.

He sighed again, turning on his side and looking at her face. "Guess it's better if we don't do this anymore."

Faye looked at him and swallowed the lump in her throat. Again she felt her stomach cramp. "Yeah, sure..." With a nod she stood up, picked up her clothes and got dressed quickly. She wasn't mad at him, she knew how this would end ‒ but she couldn't hide that she was a little disappointed in his answer. Or was she sad? Probably both.

Happy watched her leave, experiencing a strange feeling of disappointment in his stomach. He liked her, and she looked hurt. He had already inflicted her so much pain by taking away her mother from her that he hated himself for stamping on her heart once more. But what else could he have done? Sure, he wouldn't mind to fuck her more often, but then it would only be a matter of time before Clay found out. Plus, he might give her the hope that she could one day become more than just a fuck buddy, especially if she really had feelings for him, and there was no way that she would ever become his old lady.